If you're looking at this blog go make out with your sister

your sister minors & men dni she/they We’re all sisters here woah, another pervy trans girl, who could've anticipated this!

[sisterkisster]

'sup

this is the pinned post.

uuuuhh

do not send nudes or anything like that you can do asks but like, be nice

here's the kinks: siscon/ incest (although I don't fw het), dubcon/ noncon, think that's about it I'll update it as I think of more ig

[coldbrewpup]

tumblr termed my fucking girlfriend @emmacandle. i hate this god damn fucking place fuck all of you.

[coldbrewpup]

this is a result of exactly what the fuck we've been talking about, btw. as soon as a trans woman says something you don't like you can just accuse her of being a pedophile and destroy everything. years of posts, social interactions, friends. fuck you all

[coldbrewpup]

you can have a blog for over a decade and it all just goes away if someone decides to call you a pedophile. because staff and most of the userbase will just uncritically believe any given trans woman is an ontologically evil child abuser, because you're all transphobic monsters. "queerest place on the internet" my fucking ass. go ahead and pat yourselves on the back and put "terfs dni" in your bio and keep doing their work for them. keep wondering why transfems don't feel a sense of community with you. vile

[legendary-necromancer]

little sister who has not seen her big sister's lost pair of panties anywhere recently.

the reader who is able to interpret that perhaps she is lying.

[bigsisdreams]

You and your little sister were never really affectionate with each other until after you transitioned. Infrequent "take care"s and "I love you"s turned into tight hugs, her pulling you closer all the time and having long conversations on family meetings. Of course, you feel happy being able to openly express those emotions, she's such a sweet child.

The problem is, you can't help but feel self conscious when she drinks a bit too much and starts putting her hand on your thighs over your dress. You can't avoid feeling aroused when she starts being a bit too touchy, pulling you close, hugging you all the time, even giving you kisses on the cheek. Like, that's normal sibling stuff, right? At least for some siblings? Maybe, so you start feeling like a perverted lesbian for getting all fluffy about it.

Today's just another family meeting, and before anxiety starts pulling you in, you decide to calm yourself by drinking the worries away. You don't intend to get drunk, but your sister (who is now sitting by your side) seems to have the exact opposite idea.

It's fine, you do some small talk with your parents and some cousins that you don't even know the name of, and in between, you take your phone to check the still empty chat inbox, while you try to avoid doomscrolling or opening Tumblr (the chances of a porn bot appearing on your timeline not being zero). Whatever, you just share some cat memes on your socials and—

Silence. Your lap suddenly feels cold and wet. You realize your sister has spilled a glass of beer over your dress. You look at her face, she's in shock, so it was clearly by accident.

— I'M SO SORRY — She says as she takes some napkins and starts patting your dress. The rest of your family starts talking over each other.

— N-No, it's okay, it was an accident — You are now patting your dress as well — See? It will be dry in no time

— I'm really sorry, I should have paid more attention — She's still patting the wet fabric, pulling your dress up to dry your tights.

Is she aware of what she's doing? You guess she isn't, and good thing your family has moved onto other stuff else you fear they'd realize how flustered you're feeling right now. You finish up drying the fabric, you pull her hand and press it tightly for a bit to let her know it's all right.

5 minutes pass, then 10, then 15. You're still thinking a bit about it, not the beer thing, of course. The party is becoming a bit overwhelming, so you consider standing up and maybe watching TV instead. You know this is not your house anymore, but it's still a home, and you got a couple hours more before the last bus.

— I'm gonna take a nap I think — Your sister says, looking a bit drowsy. She takes a look at you — I can lend you some clothes if you wanna — She says as she puts her hand over yours

— Alright — You don't even question it, your dress fabric is still a bit humid and you feel gross, being totally honest. You take a look at your family, nobody's paying attention, you both stand up and walk towards her room. — I'll take a shower. Can you take the clo-

— I'll leave them on my bed. I'll be changing in the meanwhile, don't worry

So you totally don't, at all. You take a shower without even thinking about your little sister being all touchy and sweet while drunk. Of course you especially don't think about her pulling your dress up and putting her hands on your thighs— (sarcasm). You pick a towel and dry yourself up, then you walk into her room.

Everything's looking the same as always, though you notice she now has a little bookshelf with a mix of YA and academic books. She's on her bed, looking away, now styling a pajama blouse and short pants, the violet color looks pretty on her pale skin.

— I'm gonna change — You warn her, she just raises her thumb. Still, you dress shyly on the opposite corner of the room, keeping the towel on until after you've put on some panties and a t-shirt, then the sweatpants. All her clothes are smaller, so the t-shirt fits tightly over your still-growing breasts, which makes you feel embarrassed.

You turn towards her bed, and realize she's now looking your way— Since when? The thought makes you fluster, but you decide to shuush it away

— Can you stay for a bit? — She asks, softly. Her voice sounds adorable, you wonder if what happened maybe left her in a vulnerable space.

You just nod and sit by the border of the bed. You put your hand over hers and start rubbing it softly.

— It's okay alright? I'm not mad, just so you know — You say, and it seems to help as her expression softens

She pulls you by your waist, letting you know she wants a hug, or maybe some weight to calm herself down. It's okay, you let your body press onto hers, your head now resting over her shoulder.

After a while, you start being conscious of her warm breath on your neck, and though you feel guilty about the thoughts coming to your brain in quick succession, you stay calm by reminding yourself this is not about you. Some minutes later, you're pretty sure she's falling asleep, the silence's reigning over the room and the thoughts are calming down.

And then she starts rubbing her face on your neck, her lips feel made of cotton against your exposed skin. Oh god.

— T-That tickles — Is the only thing that feels apt to say right now. She stops, but just for a bit, before she starts doing it once again, now rubbing her lips against the whole length of your neck and part of your shoulder.

— Is that so? — She says, teasingly, quite close to your ear

Your mind's now racing, you feel like she's crossing a line but you're not really sure which. Do you like this? You don't really want her to stop— Your hand's on her shoulder, and so you dig your fingers a bit into her clothes, resisting the temptation to just run your nails on her soft skin instead.

She responds right away by now opening and closing her lips over your neck, almost as if she wanted to bite you. She's breathing harder- Are you putting too much weight on her? You pull apart, but she pulls you by your waist again, your breasts now brushing against each other. You're now aware of how warm and moist it feels between your thighs, and just when you're forming a single coherent thought, she bites your neck tenderly, then brushes what you believe is the tip of her tongue over it.

You let a single deep breath leave your mouth. A silent moan, really. She once again puts her teeth on your skin, now biting harder. This is happening. Oh gosh, you're making out with your little sister. You let out a soft moan, as you now dig your face on her shoulder, and your nails deep on her skin.

She responds by forcing her knee in between your legs, and pulling the whole weight of your body over hers— Come on, be good — She says. You're now looking at each other's faces, she's blushing red and breathing heavily, you're basically panting and you're sure your hair looks like a birds nest, whatever.

Masks are off. Now it's you that breaks the ice by pushing your knee deep in between her thighs, she's just as hard if not more than yourself, and as she moans softly while looking you right in the eyes, you can't help but think she's the most precious girl on the entire planet.

— Can I kiss you? — You ask, she nods.

And as you lock mouths together, as your tongues intertwine and your saliva mixes with hers, you keep thinking more and more how her lips taste just like cotton candy.

[sisterofhounds]

Apologizing the whole time I use my little sister like a pocket pussy. Her cute little cock bouncing each time I bury myself too the root inside of her and whisper in her ear how good she feels and how I just need a little bit more.

Pulling out and watching my cum trickle out of her hole while she shakes and mewls. Panting and reaching for my phone, just one pic couldn't hurt right? It'll distract me from taking the real thing again! totally wont rile me up into pinning her to her bed again.

[flatlypolitevenom-deactivated20]

*biting my towel* I can be trusted with my little sister in the bath, I can be trusted with my little sister in the bath, I just want to wash her like the stinky lil creature she is

[blxxxp]

You step gingerly into your big sister's room, closing the door gently behind you. "Hey, uh, big sis; can we talk?"

Big sis looks up at you from her phone. "Yeah, of course, what's up?" Seeing the look on your face she sets her phone down on her nightstand. It's clear this is going to be a talk she has to focus on.

You work up the nerve to speak, glancing over to the lesbian flag above your sisters headboard. "D-does it feel good, d-doing with, um, with girls..."

"Doing...?"

"S..." You take a deep breath through your nose. "Sex."

Big sis sits up straighter, crossing her legs beneath her on the bed. "I mean, I guess it depends if you like girls or not, and if you like sex."

"I, um, I think I like-" you glance up at the flag again "-girls."

"But you don't know if you like sex?"

"I um," your blush intensifies tenfold. You look down and away from your sister. "I think I do like sex."

"Ok, I know you're embarrassed but I actually couldn't really hear that, could you speak up a little? Also like, it's ok either way, you don't need to be embarrassed."

"I... I think I like sex."

Your sister smiles and you feel a weight disappear from your chest.

"I-I haven't ever done it, but it kinda w-want to, it looks..." Your cheeks burn, you feel a pulse of excitement through your pussy.

"Well, if you like women and you think you like sex then sex with women will probably feel pretty great. I really like it." Big sis smiles at you. "C'mere." She pats the covers beside her. "Let's chat on the bed."

[starqueensterlexa]

[starqueensterlexa]

well this post is getting more notes than I had expected. I am scared now.

[starqueensterlexa]

@k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO REBLOG THAT ADDITION TOO! THAT IS NOT HELPING MATTERS!

[k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl]

sorry my bad won't happen again

:3

[starqueensterlexa]

BECAUSE OF YOU IT HAS GAINED ALMOST DOUBLE THE NOTES IT HAD GOTTEN IN SEVERAL DAYS IN JUST 10 MINUTES! I WAS TERRIFIED TO POST THIS MEME FOR 2 MONTH AFTER MAKING IT AND NOW IT'S MY MOST SUCCESSFUL POST IN LIKE MONTHS! AAAAAAAAHAHHGHGGGGHHRHRG!

[k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl]

is a good post

[blxxxp]

Your big sister decided she wanted to cut her long fingernails short right after you arrived at her place; which could mean nothing.

[crittercump]

waiter waiter more small soft girldick please!!!

[bonvesk]

just clutched my pearls. her hands can literally cover catra's entire midsection i have nothing appropriate to say.

[deathherself5567-deactivated202]

great for pinning her to the bed

[mecha-girlie]

one sec. gotta get out of fucking bed to draw something. brb

[mecha-girlie]

those hands around the waist. the ease with which she ra just hoisted her. i had to. i just had to.

[rosemary-sisterkisser]

Shower Thoughts (909 words)

Celebrating 1000 followers! Heres a siscon story thats been marinating in the drafts for a while.

Maeve stripped off her clothes. The bathroom hummed with the low drone of the shower fan and the mirrors were still foggy from Natalie’s earlier shower. She better not have used all the hot water she thought as she stepped inside. Thankfully she hadn’t, but Maeve opted not to go for her preferred scalding temperature, just to make sure she didn’t run out.

After washing her hair she reached for the soap, barely glancing at it. When it was in her hands she looked down and was greeted by a bunch of curly black hairs stuck to the soap. Pubes? Maybe. Her younger sister was the last person to use this bar of soap, and her head hair was not nearly this curly. That means-

Maeve dropped the soap. Natalie, her sister’s, pubes… She looked at her hand where a stray hair still clung to her finger. Her thoughts raced back to another time where she had seen those thick black curly hairs. The wrong-text to end all wrong-texts. Her cock stiffened at the memory.

Natalie hurried down the hallway. She was swaddled in her cozy bathrobe, her hair still wet. She paused at the bathroom door. It was closed, the shower running. She cursed her bad luck. She really needed to pee. She rapped lightly on the door and waited. No response. She knocked again, harder. Still nothing. Finally she cracked the door open and peered inside. If she was really quick, she could finish her business and get out without anyone the wiser.

She sat on the toilet, her robe open. Maeve’s clothes lay in a clump in front of her. That was good. Maeve took forever in the shower. She was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts when she heard Maeve speak from the shower.

“Mmmhh Nat~”

It was guttural, raw. Maeve pressed her forehead into the wall, warm water cascading down her back as she tugged at her dick. She could picture it so vividly, the one and only time that she had seen her sister’s most precious place. A low-angle selfie, focused on her pussy. The thick black hair leaving most up to the imagination, but the bright flash showing enough to tantalize. Along with the picture was the message “Hiii cutie~”. She had profusely apologized afterward, as anyone would do after sending a nude to a family member by mistake. But Maeve had saved it. She looked at it sometimes, the crisp detail capturing every follicle of her sister’s bush. The shame of it mixed with the arousal was a powerful combination.

Maeve kept stroking herself. Maybe she should pull it up. Ponder the sister-bush once more. She was horny already. Might as well finish to it. She shut the water off.

Natalie had finished up and was wiping when the water shut off. Shitshitshitshit. She was standing up when the shower curtain drew back.

Maeve, hard. Maeve, staring.

“Oh fuck, sorry. I didn’t know you were in here.” Maeve was frozen, one hand on the shower curtain, the other on her cock.

“Why are you hard, sis?” Natalie pulled the bathrobe around herself. She couldn’t help but look at Maeve’s dick. She hadn’t seen her older sister naked. She hadn’t realised how large her breasts were now. She found her beautiful, despite herself

“uhhhh…” she hid her erection, her face was red.

“Did you say my name? Were you jerking off to me?”

“k-kinda?” Maeve’s voice was more of a squeak. She covered her mouth immediately after saying it, as if to stop the words. She used both hands, accidentally exposing her cock once more.

Despite herself, she found the sight of her sister so adorable. Embarrassed girls always got Natalie going. Her heart started to beat faster.Natalie cocked an eyebrow. She smirked, mockingly.

“And what about me were you jerking off to?”

Maeve covered her face in her hands and mumbled something indistinct. Her cock twitched.

“What was that?”

“Th-the picture you sent me by accident a few months back. I’m sorry. I didn’t delete it. I’m sorry”

Maeve raised her arms, expecting blows to rain down on her. She ruined it. She ruined everything. Now Natalie will hate her forever and she’ll tell mom and dad and they’ll kick her out. So fucking stupid. She should have deleted that picture. Now she’s just a gross pervert who jerks off to her sister.

She stayed braced for a few seconds. When she remained unharmed, she lowered her arms. Natalie had dropped her bathrobe to the ground. Now the sisters stood, face-to-face, naked as the day they were born.

“So you really like my pussy, huh?”

“I- I-”

Natalie stepped forward and embraced her older sister. Maeve was taller, but not by much. Natalie savored the feeling of her breasts pressed against maeve’s. Her sister’s dick poked her belly. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“Don’t worry, Evie. I’m not mad.”

“Really?”

“In fact, I’m flattered.”

She pulled away and the two sisters locked eyes.

“Towel off and meet me in my room. We could recreate that picture you love so much. Maybe even with your cum leaking out. Hows that sound, cutie?”

With that, she strode out, leaving her bathrobe on the floor. Maeve was left dumbstruck. Had that really happened? She caught herself and immediately grabbed a towel. Opportunities like this come once in a lifetime, and she wasn’t going to miss it for the world.

[thoughtsofamarguerite]

twin sisters who dress up in completely different outfits and completely different styles to a halloween masquerade party just so they can pretend to be strangers and kiss in public

[myv1olentdel1ght]

my girlfriend manipulates me by leaning in really close and saying "please sis~" in the cutest voice ever. she could make me do literally anything after that LMAO

[absurdmorningglory]

*weakly crawls forward, my voice hoarse like I'm thirsty in a wide and unrelenting desert as I reach out, hand trembling*

Need...sisters kissing...

[moxiepuppie]

Safe

Lucie woke up in a cold sweat, heart hammering in her chest. Her mind was still half asleep, and she could see things in the corners of her vision. Things crawling in the shadows. She grabbed her stuffed rabbit Bilie and reached over to her nightstand to turn on the cat night light. A soft yellow light illuminated her room, chasing the things away back into the shadows. Lucie was still shaking. It had been a long time since she had a nightmare, and even longer since she had one that bled into reality like this. After a few minutes, the shaking stopped, but she was still scared. Scared she would fall back asleep and return right to the Things. She wasn’t going to be able to go back to sleep tonight. Unless……

It was a dumb idea. She wasn’t a little kid anymore, but she was scared. She was scared and there was only one thing she wanted right now: her big sister. Her big sister that used to chase away the Things when they shared a room. Armed with a flashlight and a pillow for a shield, Lacey would jump out of their shared bed and fight the Things off, then she would hug Lucie tight and give her a forehead kiss before they would fall asleep, snuggling close.

It had been years since they shared a bed. On the twins 13th birthday, their parents had surprised them with their own rooms. Lacey was excited, immediately rushing to their old room to move her stuff into the new room. Lucie didn’t want to disappoint anyone, so she smiled and took her stuff to her new room. She would never admit it, but she hated having her own room.

Finally, Lucie made her decision. She grabbed Billie and her comfiest pillow and tiptoed down the hallway. She moved slowly until she passed her mother’s room; pausing for a moment to make sure she wasn’t awake. Once she heard her mother’s soft snoring, she sneaked past and quickened her pace until she was outside Lacie’s room.

Lucie hesitated. What if her sister said no? What if she got mad at her? She didn’t want to upset her, but she didn’t want to be alone. She took a deep breath, squeezed Billie for courage, and opened the door.

Lacie’s room was dimly lit by the glow from her computer monitors. Soft, gently colors danced across the walls and ceiling. Lucie carefully walked until she was at the side of her sister’s bed. Lacie was buried under the blankets, her own personal refuge from the chill that ran through the house. Lucie reached out a hand slowly and placed it on the blanket pile, shaking gently.

“Lacie??”

A second of silence, then a sound came from under the blankets. “Mmm??” Lacie’s head popped out from under the covers, clearly only half awake.

“I had a nightmare…..Could I sleep in here tonight?” Lucie asked, blushing a little from embarrassment. She waited for her sister to tell her to stop being such a kid, to send her back to her room to deal with the Things by herself, but instead her sister scooted over to the other side of the bed and opened the covers for her. Lucie stared at the empty spot on Lacie’s bed, unsure of this was a joke or not. Maybe her sister wasn’t fully awake and aware of what she was doing, but this might be her only chance. She very slowly started to climb into the bed, giving Lacie plenty of time to to change her mind, but the words never came, and Lucie found herself snuggled up close to her sister for the first time in what felt like forever.

The blanket fell back on top of them and Lucie wiggled herself just a little closer. “Not too close. We aren’t kids anymore.” She told herself, only to feel her sister wrap her arms around her body and pull her close, leaving no space between them. Lucie let out a small squeak as she found herself in this new position, perfectly cradled in her sister’s body, her lips mere inches from her sister’s neck. Her heart began to race again, but not out of fear. This time, it was from something else. Her sister was so very soft. She smelled good, like strawberries and chocolate. Lucie felt something stir in her. Something curious.

“I got you. I won’t let anything get you.” Lacie mumbled. Lucie looked up at her, a warm glow spreading through her body. There was one last thing she wanted.

“Lacie…. Will you kiss my forehead?” Lucie said, quietly, like a secret wish she didn’t want anyone else to hear. There was a pause, and Lucie thought she had made a mistake, but then she felt her sister’s lips press against her head. It was soft and gentle and familiar. It made her feel safe. But as the kiss lingered for just a few seconds, another thought entered Lucie’s head. Curiosity sparked in her mind, and this might be the only time she could satisfy it.

Lucie waited, then as soon as she felt Lacie’s lips leave her head, she quickly leaned up and pressed a kiss to her sister’s lips. Lucie had kissed one other person before. A boy she knew in middle school had asked if he could kiss her. It was a small was kiss. He tasted like cookies, but that was the only positive thing about the kiss. It had made her feel icky. This kiss was different. Lacie’s lips were so much softer than the boys, and she tasted so much sweeter. Lucie only meant for the kiss to be quick, but she found her lips lingering, just like Lacie’s had. She pressed her body closer to her sister, hands gently grabbing the sleeves of her pajama shirt. “Just a little longer” she thought.

Finally, Lucie broke away. She could feel her cheeks burn, mostly from embarrassment of how much she enjoyed the kiss, but also from the shame of having just kissed her sister. She cursed her curiosity. It was a driving force for a lot of her mistakes. She thought about leaving and going back to her room to face the Things, but it was safe here. Safe and warm…. She ultimately decided to stay, but turned to face away from her sister. She didn’t want to risk the temptation again. There was one last thing she needed to do. “I love you.” She whispered. One last secret told to the darkness. Eventually, her mind began to settle. The thought of what she did slowly drifted to the back of her mind, and soon she was asleep, safe in the presence of her big sis

~~~

Once she heard Lucie’s breathing change, Lacie opened her eyes and looked down at her little sister. She could still feel Lucie’s lips on hers. The kiss had made her happy, even if she could never say it. She reached out and wrapper her arms around her sister once more, pulling her close. She nuzzled into the back of her neck, breathing in the peaceful scent of her precious little sister. A mix of gingerbread and soap. “I love you too.” She placed a kiss on the back of her neck, squeezed her sister close, and drifted back to sleep.

[molsno]

[molsno]